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Year 103 AC, King's Landing
Well, shit.
That was the first thing he thought after coming to terms with what appeared to be his new, dreadful, reality. He is not ashamed to admit that it took a total of two full mental breakdowns –not really, but I earned the right to be dramatic–, at least twenty silent screams and countless desperate tears to admit that, yes, he died. And yes, he came back to life, but not in his own body. Not even in his own reality.
Now, that would not be a bad thing per se right? Having another chance at living, to live differently and maybe do things that you always wanted to but, for some reason or another, did not in your previous life.
Yes, it should be a gift. But the place where he is to have this new chance at life happens to be none other than Westeros. Yes, that Westeros.
And of course he was not given the body of a small noble with a keep so far away from King's Landing that he would not find himself involved in the deadly Game of Thrones.
No. Of course not.
Looking in the mirror, he sighed for what appears to be the hundredth time since waking up.
Pale silver-golden hair and otherworldly purple eyes. Undoubtedly Targaryen. But not any Targaryen. Viserys I Targaryen.
Yeah, the king. The easily manipulated, bad decision maker, feast loving, wilfully blind king. The one whose decisions led to a bloody war of succession known later as The Dance of Dragons.
Fuck.
Okay, it is bad. Really bad. But it could have been worse. He could have ended up as a slave in Essos…Yeah, it could definitely be worse.
He had no idea how he ended up in what was supposed to be a fictional world, a really cruel and unforgiving one for that matter, occupying the body of the character that made him want to pull his hair out with every dumb decision he made, but here he is.
His previous life was as normal as it could get; a 25 years old single man from Brazil who worked an office job and spent all his free time (which wasn't much) at home, watching TV shows and movies instead of going out to socialize and maybe find someone to have a relationship with.
A single child with an absent father and deceased mother, estranged from the rest of the family (they sucked), with few friends and that didn't have a dog or cat because pets weren't allowed where he lived.
...Fine, it was a pretty shitty life.
Then, on one random friday, he felt an unbearable pain in his chest that made it impossible to even breathe and before he knew it, it was over.
Thinking about it now, it was probably the result of his sedentary lifestyle and the amount of pizza he ate in place of real meals.
Before his untimely demise, he never got around to actually reading the books written by George, but he found the TV shows that were based off of them quite interesting so he searched for more information of what is in the books and got kind of obsessed with it all, if he's being honest.
It was really fascinating to read and watch about all the dragons, intrigues, backstabbing, politicking and cutthroat nature of the fictional world.
But I never once wanted to actually live it, damn it!
He looked around the unnecessarily luxurious chambers and sighed again. No point thinking about the past now, this is his new reality and he definitely does not want to live the same life as Viserys, so changes will need to happen. A lot of changes.
He seems to have acquired some of the memories from the original owner of this body, seeing as he knew exactly where and who he was after waking up. It is as if both of our memories are currently occupying his pitifully small brain and fighting for space, which is causing him a pretty annoying headache.
And from what he could gather from these memories, this reality he found himself in is apparently a mix of book and show cannon.
From what he knows, it is now the third moon of Viserys's reign, Queen Aemma is still alive and, shockingly, not currently pregnant.
Princess Rhaenyra is a little child of 6 years old and completely unaware of the terrible future she was meant to have.
The Rogue Prince is, shockingly, not exiled as of now and occupies a seat on the Small Council as Master of Coin.
His musings were interrupted by a knock on the door. With his permission, an entourage of servants came in to prepare him for the day. He found himself in a weird position where half of him was unbothered by this; a reaction he is sure was caused by the memories from Viserys and the fact that for him having multiple people bathing and clothing you as if you were a little child was absolutely normal.
While the other half, his own half, was completely mortified.
I am perfectly capable of doing all of this myself, he grumbled in his mind.
But to reject them would be weird, seeing as this is the norm here for someone from his station. Also, he is not too proud to admit that these clothes are pretty complicated to put on and he is not confident that he could, in fact, do it himself.
After they were done clothing him in an attire fit for a king, he took a look in the mirror once more and let out a final sigh.
Time to start the show.
"I wish to break my fast in my solar with the Queen and the Princess."
"Understood, Your Grace." The servant bowed.
"Ah, invite my brother too. Tell him I have something I wish to talk about with him while we eat."
"At once, Your Grace."
Let's meet my loving and totally unproblematic family.